Fei Yuhan returned to her room in the Greenland Sanatorium, locked the door, and took out a recording device embedded in a decorative piece.
It was about the size of a grain of rice and did not have a playback function. She needed to insert it into a special reader to listen to the recorded content.
After transferring the data into the notebook, she found the recording that was closest to the moment when Valkries left the dojo and pressed play.
"Bzz … Bzz …"
[We meet again, Miss Valkries.] Roland's voice sounded.
He's here.
Fei Yuhan curled her lips and brewed herself a cup of hot tea.
She decided to enjoy the fruits of her long planning.
…
The steaming hot tea gradually cooled down, and the owner of the tea did not even have the time to take a sip.
Even though she had a premonition, she realized that what she had heard was far beyond her imagination!
When she pressed the stop button, Fei Yuhan realized that her fingertips were trembling slightly.
For a martial artist who had been famous for a long time, this could be considered as losing control!
She finally understood why the hunter, Roland, would crush the wine glass in his hand during the banquet. If the secret of God was involved, it would be abnormal if he did not turn pale with fright.
A Dream World that was created, a civilization that fought for survival, a connection between two worlds, and a guardian that traversed the Realm of Mind. Was there anything more incredible than this?
Fei Yuhan was slightly disappointed that the two chose to talk face to face in a coffee shop, but after listening to them, she realized that even if she said the content openly, others would only think that it was nonsense.
Even so, Fei Yuhan did not think that what the two said was false. If she had been secretly observing Roland since the day he had been faking it, it would be too much of an exaggeration.
If this world was really created by humans, then she would probably be the first person to pry into the truth behind the scenes —
"Heh …" Fei Yuhan laughed softly.
This feeling is really … too satisfying!
As for the Oracle's question about whether it was "fiction or reality," she did not care at all. No one knew better than herself that she was a living existence. Whether it was her movements or the thoughts that popped up in her mind, they all came from her own will. It was the same when she took the initiative to explore the outsiders' secrets.
Perhaps Roland was one of the creators of the world, but so what? If a planet was created by cosmic energy and elementary particles, then there was no essential difference if the former was replaced with a person.
Fei Yuhan leaned against the chair and allowed her body to tremble as she enjoyed this long-awaited happiness.
After a long time, his excited emotions gradually calmed down.
Logically speaking, the Martialist Association should have reported such critical information as the Gods' futile attempt to destroy this world and the nature of the Fallen Evils. However, since it involved so many people and could almost rewrite history, she decided to observe for a while longer.
After all, apart from the conversation between the two of them, she did not have any concrete evidence on hand. Moreover, the possibility that both of them were severe hysteria addicts could not be ruled out. She had also heard of the urban legend that there was a chance of developing telepathy and resonating with people of the same kind since the second grade of middle school. Although the probability of such a situation was extremely low, she had to be on guard.
Fortunately, Valkries had officially established a relationship with Roland, so there would only be more opportunities for her to pry into his secrets.
Now, what interested Fei Yuhan the most was the other world that the two of them originally resided in.
For example, those women who called Roland "Your Majesty".
If they could come to the Dream World, could I also see what the other world looks like?
To see the so-called … reality.
…
"Where did you run off to?" Garcia glared at Roland in dissatisfaction. "Didn't you say you were going to watch the match with Zero?"
"Sorry … the Association had something to tell them, so I couldn't do anything about it." Roland rubbed the back of his head. He was in the wrong, so he was very decisive in admitting defeat. In order to avoid the time when he and Valkries would return, he purposely stayed at the restaurant for a while longer. He did not expect to run into the evening rush hour, which resulted in the two of them waiting at the entrance of the dojo for another half an hour.
"If not for my patrolling mission, I would have left you behind long ago." Garcia said unhappily. "Bring the little girl to a good meal to make up for it."
She patted Zero's head. The latter nodded and ran to Roland's side with small quick steps. She even bowed to Garcia and said, "Thank you, Sister!"
"If he mistreats you, you must tell me."
"Okay."
This girl, she actually pretended to be so obedient in front of outsiders. Roland could not help but curse inwardly, but on the surface, he looked extremely sincere. "Don't worry, leave it to me. Oh right, do you want me to bring you some too? "
"No need." Garcia waved generously. "You guys go ahead, I'll return to the dojo first."
"Sorry to trouble you today." Roland said goodbye to Garcia and shrugged at Zero. "Let's go, there's a commercial plaza in front. You can choose whatever you want to eat tonight."
"Okay." Zero replied in a muffled voice.
Strange, shouldn't she take the opportunity to demand an exorbitant price? Roland was slightly surprised. Why did she suddenly become so quiet? "Why, wasn't today's match exciting?"
"No, it was much better than on TV …"
"That's good. When you come back from the holidays, I'll take you to watch a few more live matches. Anyway, I'm a member of the Association, so it shouldn't be difficult to get tickets. "
They crossed the road along the sidewalk and walked side by side on the crowded street. The snow under their feet had been stepped on, leaving only the sound of "Pa Chi Pa Chi". However, more snowflakes floated down from the night sky and were dyed with gorgeous colors by the flashing neon lights. At this rate, the city would become pure white again tomorrow morning.
Gradually, Zero fell behind.
Roland suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was being tugged by something.
He stopped and turned around in surprise.
The little girl lowered her head and pulled his clothes without saying a word.
"What's wrong …" Roland was stunned. "Uh, it's my fault that I didn't accompany you, but work …"
Zero shook her head. "I … don't want to go back."
"What?"
"I don't want to go back to my hometown, Uncle." She raised her head and bit her lip. "Can I continue to live at your place during the two months of the holidays? I'll find a way to pay the rent. I used to pay for groceries before, so it'll definitely be faster now. I promise I won't be late. I … "
Looking at the little girl who seemed to have plucked up her courage, Roland was momentarily speechless.
The lines of handwriting in her diary that he had peeked at in the beginning seemed to resurface in his mind, and he suddenly felt that he had done something wrong.
It was no secret that Zero's family was not harmonious. Judging from her usual words and deeds, as well as the way she ate and dressed, her family was probably quite harsh on her. However, Roland had never intervened, or it could be said that he had deliberately maintained the status quo.
Because she was the other creator of this world.
Therefore, if he wanted the Dream World to run as usual, maintaining the inertia was undoubtedly the safest way.
This was also the reason why he did not immediately let Zero join the Association after she had awakened.
Would changing the status quo increase the possibility of awakening the other side of her? If she became a Pure Witch again, what would happen to this world?
He had always been on guard against this happening.
However, Roland had neglected the original form of Zero, a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl.
[Do you really think that this world is fictional?] []
When Lan asked him, he gave a negative answer. However, he did not do this when it came to Zero.
"No, can't I …" The little girl's voice became softer and softer as the courage she had mustered gradually faded.
"You know, I'm not your legal guardian. If I keep you in the tube-shaped apartment, it'll be fine for a day or two, but if it's too long, your family will definitely come looking for you. By then, no matter how unwilling you are, it'll be impossible for you to continue living here, and I'll get into a lot of trouble. "
Zero's eyes dimmed.
"But there's a way to change this fact." Roland squatted down and patted the snow off her shoulder.
"Really?" She suddenly raised her head.
"Just join the Martialist Association. At any time, the Association is a legal shelter for the Awakened. As long as you decide to stay, no one can change your mind, even if you're underage. " Roland laughed. "This is the privilege of a Martialist … How about it, do you want to become a Martialist?"
"I …"
"But even if you join the Association, you still have to continue your studies. Don't think that you don't have to go to school anymore." He raised his eyebrows. "As for the competition, it doesn't matter. If you don't like fighting, it's fine not to participate."
His words seemed to put the last burden on Zero's shoulders. She took a deep breath and nodded vigorously. "Then I'll join."
"Okay, I'll help you fill out the application form when we get back. After that, you can live wherever you want."
"Can I live in 0825?"
Roland held out his hand to her. "Of course."
The inertia had been broken.
The future changes might be unknown.
But it was all a choice of free will.
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